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SINCLAIR LEWIS Excelsior, Wednesday, August 19 Two blessed weeks from today, on Wednesday September 2, I expect to arrive in Peterborough -- not Keene -- at 11:38 AM. The theory is that this train for Peterout direct leaves Worcester a little after eight AM, in connection with train from Chicago. If anything goes wrong, if they happily take this train off after September 1st for example, I'll phone you from Worcester and joyously look up trains to Keene. Otherwise, I shall in a small scared way look for you at the Peterrible station and expect to have lunch with you. Your portrait of Silly, of yourself in Ankle, of you leaning on stick, are all glorious. You have turned from actress into painter -- all wives are angels but only one darling one is a Leonarda da Vinci. If Aunt Oracle does turn up, treasure every glimpse and keep them for me. I'm sorry for her if she ever gets mixed up with the Fighting Squirrel, Rosemary Rodent. Micky (you ask) must be over 51 8"" and broad – he’ll be much bigger than me. He's having quite a nice week, half the time here, half at the Wilsons', with David, and he goes on Friday. I am now the patient mother to such an extent that they are asking me to take over the Meek & Mild Mother Department on WOR (so we can live in Newark, after all). And, revised and copied, the short story goes off to Edith's office, this afternoon; then I hurl out a 2000 word piece for Motion Picture Magazine (via cajolery of Edith) on Hollywood; then I stick my nose back into the novel MS -- and raise it to see my Bright Peculiar Star shining into the room, and on the clock, red-marked, the hour to start for you. XXX XXX: XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX

SINCLAIR LEWIS Excelsior, Wednesday, August 19 Two blessed weeks from today, on Wednesday September 2, I expect to arrive in Peterborough -- not Keene -- at 11:38 AM. The theory is that this train for Peterout direct leaves Worcester a little after eight AM, in connection with train from Chicago. If anything goes wrong, if they happily take this train off after September 1st for example, I'll phone you from Worcester and joyously look up trains to Keene. Otherwise, I shall in a small scared way look for you at the Peterrible station and expect to have lunch with you. Your portrait of Silly, of yourself in Ankle, of you leaning on stick, are all glorious. You have turned from actress into painter -- all wives are angels but only one darling one is a Leonarda da Vinci. If Aunt Oracle does turn up, treasure every glimpse and keep them for me. I'm sorry for her if she ever gets mixed up with the Fighting Squirrel, Rosemary Rodent. Micky (you ask) must be over 51 8"" and broad – he’ll be much bigger than me. He's having quite a nice week, half the time here, half at the Wilsons', with David, and he goes on Friday. I am now the patient mother to such an extent that they are asking me to take over the Meek & Mild Mother Department on WOR (so we can live in Newark, after all). And, revised and copied, the short story goes off to Edith's office, this afternoon; then I hurl out a 2000 word piece for Motion Picture Magazine (via cajolery of Edith) on Hollywood; then I stick my nose back into the novel MS -- and raise it to see my Bright Peculiar Star shining into the room, and on the clock, red-marked, the hour to start for you. XXX XXX: XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX XXX